I’m invisible. I walk among the crowd, But no one sees me. I’m just a shadow, A ghost, A figment of their imagination.
I’m invisible. I speak, but no one hears me. My words are lost, drowning in the cacophony of noise. I’m a whisper, a breath, and fleeting thought.
I’m invisible. I cry, but no one cares. My tears are ignored, drained away, like raindrops on a hot sidewalk. I’m a puddle, a stain, a memory quickly forgotten.
I’m invisible. I exist, but I don’t matter. I’m a nobody, A nothing, A ghost in the machine.
